[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
I'm the king of the streets, you niggas know how it goes
My money too tall, you better get on yo toes
You niggas loving these bitches, I'm out here fuckin these hoes
I got gorillas and choppas, bitch you ain't fuckin with those
Just had a mote in my city, I told er to close
You lil nigga from Texas, so I'm tellin my foes
Give er the riddle rip tile, left open those doors
If a nigga wanna get famous I get him exposed
I'm a crew with the truth, yea everything killer
Take it to the hood, better then than the gorilla
Nig risk two chains, everything tilla
Yo bitch mad cause a nigga don't feel er
Pimp shit high, game lsate night drilla
G might burn yea I stay triller
Great on drink, Ross going off killer
So many whips, Dre should've been the deala
Everything get me garage it's on me
I'm a G nothing, my type nigga that ya'll be
This ain't say nothing like something that ya'll see
If I in the sir, so nigga what do you call me?
First class on a nigga, take that bitch
I'll walk in the club and take that bitch
I only go in the club to throw racks bitch
If I ain't in the hood I'm in sax bitch

[Verse 2:]
Yea, I'm that Problem that niggas be talkin about
Why? Cause they be just pussy, is what I be chuckin on now
Fly, you might see me floatin somewhere on the top of yo house
Try, my brother will pull up and put that black Glock in yo mouth
For real tho, hell yea nigga for real tho
Trappin before I was rappin
Still can get you that meatloaf
That's why ya'll niggas is dildo
Fake dicks to me, you a mystery, make you history
Run up on me and you'll be quick to see
I don't take it as a moment victory
But it won't be me though
Nah, I be harder to find than Nemo
Cause I'm on that BO double S shit
Pull up 30 deep, no guest list
And then I try to wear he breast 6
So damn that's bigger than Texas
Come on nigga!

[Verse 3:]
Line fly, we kill shit
She a freak, I hit her with a deal quick
All these niggas be actin up
Boy I hit yo kill switch
Pull up in that Ben, I made you slip
Pocket full of bands, I'm filthy rich
Hatin ass nigga I fucked yo bitch
Now breaks on the low, I work a twist
See me in the kitchen, I work my wrist
I get it for the low, I skill fitch
Why all the diamonds, same color as piss?
She a drug mule nigga, coke in her tits
All I do is get money but I play no kicks
All she do is suck dick and give me all her chips
Tryna sell a quarter key, nigga 9 zips
Smoking on this kill like I'm Richie Rich
Getting high with my niggas, just shootin shit
Got a bad bitch blowin all turn to spit
40 on my waist with a 30 dick
Play or hate nigga, that's nerve shit
West on them niggas we murdered shit
West on them niggas we murdered shit
West on them niggas we murdered shit
West on them niggas we murdered shit